Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
I'mma muthafuckin star (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride to hard
Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Green got cheese like a nacho
If you don't got no ass bitch wear poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my shirt off the club to packed
It's too turnt going up like gas
God damn pulled out my rags

Mike Mike Jackson nigga I'm back
T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch